YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BE BETTER

RAIN

Everyone wishes for their world to change. An aspect about it to shift and be more; the life experiences to be better… grander.

It happens. One way or another but what people don't speak on is how when that happens, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's a new world, and you keep thinking it's a farce and won't last.

My other shoe has dropped.

I mean, I knew it all went down to me. I mess things up, I fuck up and I taint all that I touch.

My mind is failing me.

Feeling like an imposter is a feeling I have come to know and even try to grasp with all might, to keep it intact. No one will know I am pretending unless they see it. So I tried not to let them see me pretending.

I should have known that my mind would break and give up on me.

I am seated on the window alcove, watching as it rains, the wind making the tall trees groan as they sway, the weather making it even darker, yet it is only the start of dusk.